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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.