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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scion to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.