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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.