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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.