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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.