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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.