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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.