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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.