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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Section 25,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.