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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.