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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.