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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.