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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.