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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.