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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.