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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.