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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.