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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.