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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.