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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.