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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.