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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Television,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.