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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.