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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
PIL,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.