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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.