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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.