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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.