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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.