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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.