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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.