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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.