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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.