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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.