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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.