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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.