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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
DNA,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.