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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.