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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.