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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.