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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.