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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.