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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.