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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.