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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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?
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.