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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.