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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.