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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.