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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.