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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.