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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.