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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.