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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.