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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.