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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Qualms,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.