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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.