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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
MDC,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Pole,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.