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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.