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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Magma,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.