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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.