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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Index,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.