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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.