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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.