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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
X-101,
MC5,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.