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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.