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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.