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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Yaz,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.