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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.