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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.