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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.