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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.