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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.