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 New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.