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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.