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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.