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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.