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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Neu!,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.