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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.