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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.