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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Names,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.