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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.