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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.