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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.