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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.