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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.