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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Germs 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.