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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.