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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.