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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.