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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.