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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.