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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.