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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.