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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.