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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.