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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Television,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.