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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.