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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Wings,
The Residents,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.