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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.