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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.