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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.