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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.