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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.