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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.