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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.