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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.