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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.