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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.