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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.