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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.