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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.