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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.