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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.