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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 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?
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.