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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.