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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.