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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.