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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Model 500,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
DNA,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.