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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.