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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.