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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.