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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.