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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Magma,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.