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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.