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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.