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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Lungfish 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.