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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.