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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.