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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.