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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.