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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.