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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.