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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Smog,
Section 25,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.