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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.