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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.