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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.