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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.