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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.