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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.