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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.