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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.