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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.