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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
DNA,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.