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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.