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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.