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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.