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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.