Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.

All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Second Layer, Lucky Dragons, Sun Ra, Yusef Lateef, The Fugs, Fugazi, Girls At Our Best!, Skaos, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Bobby Byrd, Quando Quango, Robert Wyatt, The United States of America, Althea and Donna, Skarface, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gong, Eric B and Rakim, Tom Boy, Delta 5, MC5, Cecil Taylor, Bobbi Humphrey, Lindisfarne, The Fall, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Bill Wells, Mantronix, Marine Girls, Jimmy McGriff, Underground Resistance, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Oppenheimer Analysis, Suicide, Wally Richardson, Crispy Ambulance, Max Romeo, Idris Muhammad, Isaac Hayes, The Cosmic Jokers, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Barbara Tucker, Kas Product, Model 500, Peter and Kerry, Jeru the Damaja, Glambeats Corp., Magma, Motorama, Wasted Youth, Popol Vuh, The Techniques, Deakin, Negative Approach, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Birthday Party, Black Bananas, U.S. Maple, Kerri Chandler, Sarah Menescal, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)