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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.