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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.