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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.