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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.