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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.