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 Nepal 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.