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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.