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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.