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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.