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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.