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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Brick 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.