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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.