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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.