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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.