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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.