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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.