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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.