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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.