Self-taught and in the same school as old-time Detroit techno players Model 500/Juan Atkins, Carl Craig, and Dopplereffekt, Jimmy Edgar has a knack for melding mysteriously sexy downtempo rhythms with brainy experimental music--a combo many try but end up wandering into pretentious territory. Edgar's production is crisp, clear, and inhabits the same spectrum as his hard-techno Motor City compatriots, but just on opposite ends. Whereas Edgar's like a well-made dirty martini, his contemporaries are an overflowing shot of Jag: they both do the same job, just in markedly different ways.
Regarded as a multi-generation leader of the Detroit electronic scene, young Jimmy Edgar is constantly mentioned in the same breath as artists like Juan Atkins, Carl Craig, Derrick May, Dopplereffekt and Drexciya and has even played some legendary warehouse raves with a few of these luminaries.
Wise beyond his years. After two eclectic electroid EPs for Warp, Edgar has readied Colorstrip, his debut long player. Still marked by Edgar’s insane programming skills and ultra-melodic synthesizer touches, the scalpel-sharp tunes on “Colorstrip” are pure hip shakers. Like Timbaland producing Metro Area under the watchful eye of Carl Craig, these are dance tunes that you can hum as you gyrate. "I just do things" Jimmy puts it simply…ever the sexy, ethereal, and detached mastermind.
In the interest of creating his own environmental schedule that makes the best of his time, Jimmy managed to skip college and freelance study graphic design while doing internships. Now, his designs can be seen creatively in some of the most unexpected places in Detroit and beyond.
One thing Jimmy never studied is music, completely self taught, and quite handy on the jazz keys... he sold his fingers to the devil, and in return was granted some sort of supernatural prowess, the ability to expose next level ideas in music, design, photography and fashion.
What may strike those who thought that had Jimmy and his music pegged is that Colorstrip is a deadly pop album. A sinister and mysterious set of dark R&B, it’s the pop album that they play at the discotheque you’ve never been to…or could never get into. Vocals are added in perfect places, synth hooks are made mammoth and the result is that sex oozes from each sweaty track.