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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ponytail 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.