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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.