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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.