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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.