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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.