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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
X-102,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.