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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.