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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.