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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.