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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.