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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.