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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.