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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smog to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.