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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.