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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.