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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.