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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Josef K,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.