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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Symarip,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.