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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.