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 Africa 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.