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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.