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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.