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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.