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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Franke,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.