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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.