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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.