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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.