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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.