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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Fear,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.