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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.