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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.