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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.