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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.