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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
UT,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.