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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.