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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.