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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.