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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.