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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Q65,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.