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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.