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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.