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 Congo 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.