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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.