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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.