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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.