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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.