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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.