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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.