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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.