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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.