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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.