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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.