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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Pole,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
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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.