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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.