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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.