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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.