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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.