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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.