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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.