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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.