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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.