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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.