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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.