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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.