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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.