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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.