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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.