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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.