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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.