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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.