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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.