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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.