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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.