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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.