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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.