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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.