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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.