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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.