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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Slits,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.