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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.