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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.