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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.