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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.