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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.