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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.