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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.