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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
June Days,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.