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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.