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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.