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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
UT,
Magma,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Index,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.