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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.