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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.