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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.