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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.