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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.