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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Can,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.