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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.