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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.