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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.