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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.