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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.