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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Pylon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.