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 Congo and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Organ,
Faust,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.