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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.