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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.