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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.