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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.