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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Can,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.