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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.