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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.