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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.