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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.