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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.