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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.