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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.