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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.