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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.