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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
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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.