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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.