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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.