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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Move,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.