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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Dennis Brown 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.