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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Monks,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.