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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.