Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.

All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Kurtis Blow, Lou Christie, Marvin Gaye, Ultramagnetic MC's, Swans, Connie Case, Kool Moe Dee, The Tremeloes, Wasted Youth, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Ornette Coleman, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Saints, The Doors, The Black Dice, Peter & Gordon, Grey Daturas, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Fire Engines, Vaughan Mason & Crew, China Crisis, Arcadia, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Lakeside, Colin Newman, Country Joe & The Fish, The Fuzztones, Idris Muhammad, JFA, Guru Guru, The Evens, Prince Buster, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Matthew Bourne, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, LL Cool J, Audionom, K-Klass, The Star Department, Rites of Spring, One Last Wish, Lee Hazlewood, Newcleus, John Holt, Gerry Rafferty, The Selecter, Subhumans, the Germs, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Slackers, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Crispian St. Peters, Visage, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Rod Modell, Alton Ellis, Kas Product, Nico, Iggy Pop, Boz Scaggs, The Sisters of Mercy, The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)