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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.