Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.

All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Lou Reed & Metallica, Kas Product, Gastr Del Sol, Intrusion, Pierre Henry, Faust, Soul Sonic Force, Supertramp, The Gun Club, Rotary Connection, Bobby Sherman, Camouflage, The Beau Brummels, Magazine, The Offenders, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Sunsets and Hearts, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Shuggie Otis, Schoolly D, Quantec, 8 Eyed Spy, Lungfish, Isaac Hayes, Vainqueur, John Lydon, Carl Craig, Lyres, Sandy B, Godley & Creme, Smog, Saccharine Trust, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Cabaret Voltaire, John Coltrane, Sad Lovers and Giants, Young Marble Giants, Quadrant, Fear, The Sound, Eli Mardock, Sun City Girls, Johnny Clarke, Interpol, Sound Behaviour, Sparks, The Techniques, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Brothers Johnson, the Human League, The Black Dice, The Doobie Brothers, Loose Ends, Erykah Badu, The Misunderstood, Kenny Larkin, The Cramps, The Busters, The Saints, Kings Of Tomorrow, Shoche, The Monochrome Set, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)