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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Pagans,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.