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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.