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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.