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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.