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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.