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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.