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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.