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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
UT,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.