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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.