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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.