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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.