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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.