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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.