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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.