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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Television,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.