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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.