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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.