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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.