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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Names,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.