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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DNA to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.