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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.