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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.