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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Rekid,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.