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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.