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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.