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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.