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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.