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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.