Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.

All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

The Techniques, Dennis Brown, Q and Not U, Juan Atkins, Make Up, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Eric Dolphy, Blossom Toes, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Judy Mowatt, Gang Starr, The Zeros, LL Cool J, Lindisfarne, Bobbi Humphrey, Colin Newman, Byron Stingily, Icehouse, The Mighty Diamonds, Ornette Coleman, Barclay James Harvest, The Velvet Underground, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Roger Hodgson, Radiopuhelimet, Bootsy Collins, David Axelrod, Gian Franco Pienzio, Scrapy, Lyres, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Quadrant, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Sister Nancy, Don Cherry, Patti Smith, Jacob Miller, The Dave Clark Five, Jerry's Kids, Alphaville, Boogie Down Productions, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Janne Schatter, Average White Band, Moby Grape, The Knickerbockers, The Cowsills, ABBA, John Lydon, Echospace, Eddi Front, Thompson Twins, Bobby Hutcherson, Crime, Inner City, Pulsallama, 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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)