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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.