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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.