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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb 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 Names,
Interpol,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.