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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.