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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.