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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.