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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.