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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.