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 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Pagans,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.