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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.