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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.