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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.