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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.