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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.