Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.

All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

The Vogues, Agent Orange, Babytalk, David Bowie, Q and Not U, The Victims, Slave, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Gichy Dan, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Arcadia, Freddie Wadling, F. McDonald, The Skatalites, The Dirtbombs, Khruangbin, Franke, Stockholm Monsters, Buzzcocks, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Jimmy McGriff, DJ Sneak, Joensuu 1685, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Aaron Thompson, Steve Hackett, Dennis Brown, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Techniques, Eli Mardock, Cabaret Voltaire, the Association, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Deakin, The Pop Group, Main Source, The Angels of Light, Derrick Morgan, Adolescents, The Martian, Barclay James Harvest, Metal Thangz, Gang Gang Dance, Radiopuhelimet, The Black Dice, Bootsy Collins, Yazoo, L. Decosne, The Happenings, Sixth Finger, Fela Kuti, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Cramps, The Fire Engines, Agitation Free, The Slits, Terrestrial Tones, Faraquet, DNA, Barbara Tucker, Sound Behaviour, Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)