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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.