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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Surgeon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.