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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.