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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.