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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.