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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Mars,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.