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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.