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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.