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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rapeman,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Little Man,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.