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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.