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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.