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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.