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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.