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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.