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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.