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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.