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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.