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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.