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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
June Days,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Echospace,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.