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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.