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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.