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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.