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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.