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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.