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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.