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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.