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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.