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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.