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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.