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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.