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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.