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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Monks,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.