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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.