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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.