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 Croatia and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.