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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Can,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Pole,
Crime,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.