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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.