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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.