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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
JFA,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.