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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.