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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.