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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.