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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.