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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.