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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.