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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
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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.