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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Skaos,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.