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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.