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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.