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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.