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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.