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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.