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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.