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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scion to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.