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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Pole,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.