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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.