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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.