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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.