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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.