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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.