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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.