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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.