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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.