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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.