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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.