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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.