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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.