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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.