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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Monks,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.