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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.