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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.