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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.