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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.