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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.