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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.