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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.