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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.