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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.