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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.