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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 chamberlin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.