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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.