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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.