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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.