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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.