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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.