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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.