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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.