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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.