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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.