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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.