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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.