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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.