Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.