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 Antigua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.