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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.