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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.