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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.