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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Gong,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.