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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.