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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.