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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.