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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Can,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.