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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
UT,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.