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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
the Association,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.