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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.