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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.