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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.