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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.