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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Interpol,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.