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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.