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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Wire,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.