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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.