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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.