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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.