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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.