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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.