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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Associates,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.