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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Nas,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.