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 Ghana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.