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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.