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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.