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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.