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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.