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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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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.