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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.