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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.