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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.