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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.