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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.