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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.