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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Television,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.