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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.