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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.