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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.