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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Faust,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.