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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.