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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.