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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.