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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.