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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Move to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Move,
10cc,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.