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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.