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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
MC5,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.