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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.