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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.