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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.