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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.