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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.