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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.