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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.