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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.