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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Martian,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.