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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Wings,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.