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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.