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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.