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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
MC5,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Crime,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.