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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.