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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.