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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.