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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.