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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Ten City,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.