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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.