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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.