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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Television,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.