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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.