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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.