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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.