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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.