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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 theremin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.