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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.