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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.