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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.