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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.