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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.