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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.