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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.